Sometimes when DH is watching a particularly annoying TV show, I turn the volume way down, since he is listening to it with his amazing best thing I ever bought headphones from Best Buy.
Occasionally I find some British show to watch on my laptop. Or I read.
Lately, I've been off knitting....who knows how long that will last. I go in spurts...knit like crazy every single evening for months, then screech to a halt.....I'm done for a while. I've given up trying to understand that mechanism.
Once in a while, I go back and read my blog. What a great reminder of days gone by, things I've done and forgotten about. Reasons to be happy, sad, grateful. They are all there. The pictures alone speak volumes.
I wish now that I had blogged years ago....wow, what a story that would have been.
I have struggled with plantar fasciitis now for months. Yes, months. Nothing seems to work, not injections, ultra sound, ice, exercise. NOTHING. I've bought splints, orthotics, stretchy bands that you wear around your instep. I've googled and read and searched.
As a last ditch effort, I researched and finally ordered a very expensive pair of shoes that are touted for their amazing qualities for someone with this horrific ailment. Please God.
I want to go walking. I have never wanted to go walking this bad, now that I can't.
If someone could come up with a cure for this, they would surely be RICH very soon.
I think that slippers have been my downfall.......walking around this house, weaving, working, in slippers, and not supportive shoes.
Yesterday I went to get my hair cut, over near where we used to live. While I was there, I popped into the grocery store that I used to shop in. When my mother moved in with us, I took her there every week. At first she walked, then as the years went by, it got harder, and she started using the electric carts. Oh, my, how she loved that. She whizzed around that store with a permanent grin. As I was walking the aisles looking for things, I felt her there with me, and suddenly, I wanted to just cry.
Funny, isn't it, how the memory of someone you love, can sneak up out of the blue and put you to your knees.
How I miss her.
She lost her own mother when she was 28 years old. In her later life, she always told me that she wasn't afraid to die, and that more than anything, she just wanted to see her mother again.
I get that now.
So I decided to do some dyeing, the other kind. This was my inspiration picture.
I must say, I love the process.
Lots of cotton, wound into 1000 yd skeins.
This is my sequence......mix in jars, pour into squirt water bottles.
I screwed up a bit here though. This cotton was combed, and I have never dyed that before......it didn't want to take the dye. I soaked it in a soda ash solution, but I should have soaked it, or even boiled it, in a synthrapol (soap) solution, as well.
Consequently, my sewing work room looked like a CRIME SCENE, which was really unwise since I was trying to clean the house for Easter dinner and a house full of family.
What was I thinking???
Anyway, what should have been a short, easy job, turned into an whole afternoon job.
Still the results are satisfactory............
I love color......it makes my heart sing. There's no other way to put it.
I will leave you with my just washed windows......a clear sign of spring.